Ice Station Zebra :-)

Saturday morning I resorted to going on my hands and knees in the alley, to get to my home, and, ultimately, rolling my way across a large patch of ice that, based on my D- grade in Physics almost 40 years ago, had an almost zero friction coefficient.

No one would have mistaken me for James Bond or Bruce Lee.

Two neighbors found me after I had rolled my way to dry pavement and helped me to my feet.

There are times when having no pride has survival benefits: a slip on fall in the ice that cracked my skull would be a trip to the emergency room as I'm on blood thinners.